Mar. 4th, 2009
Long time no see
Mar. 4th, 2009 09:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nomorekaraokeThis time, it really has been ages since the green demon full of groove and glamor set his foot in Milliways. It's been ages, unless you count that time he slipped in for a quick drink and a long chat with a friend.
But that was a quick visit, a one-on-one thing. Today, he's feeling sociable.
...and he's on the lookout for familiar, blue-tinted, reproachful best-friend-but-not faces. The kind of lookout that entails surreptitious glances all over the bar, not the omg-hi-there-darling-give-us-a-kiss kind.
Come say hi, why don'tcha. Or if that doesn't float your boat, come look at the green guy and baffle at the mass of colors and patterns to his suit and how it actually kind of goes quite well with the green (thank you very much).
[Teeny tag: Lorne the demon, Cavilo, The Question]
But that was a quick visit, a one-on-one thing. Today, he's feeling sociable.
...and he's on the lookout for familiar, blue-tinted, reproachful best-friend-but-not faces. The kind of lookout that entails surreptitious glances all over the bar, not the omg-hi-there-darling-give-us-a-kiss kind.
Come say hi, why don'tcha. Or if that doesn't float your boat, come look at the green guy and baffle at the mass of colors and patterns to his suit and how it actually kind of goes quite well with the green (thank you very much).
[Teeny tag: Lorne the demon, Cavilo, The Question]
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Mar. 4th, 2009 10:51 amaj_crawleyThere are few things in modern technology that help Crowley do his job better than social networking sites. It's elegant, even breathtaking as a concept: the more pointless and narcissistic the service, the more hopelessly addicted its millions upon millions of users, frittering away thousands of hours in petty sin - sloth, pride, greed, and envy; pokes and photographs and tiny pixelated 'gifts', walls and diggs and friends and comment counts, and all self-perpetuating in a way that Crowley could never have imagined twenty, ten, even five years ago.
Here, a politician pops up posing in a storm-trooper uniform; there, another scrolls one entry too far in their phonebook and sends a very specialised request to ten thousand followers. Here a privacy leak, there a security breach; here a scandal - and there, of course, a virus.
Say it again. Virus. Rogue applications. Saleable data. Doesn't it all just send chills down your spine?
Wiling 2.0. Beautiful.
All of which is to say, Crowley has picked up the morning Metro to see if anything's made it into print about his latest, and has opted to peruse it over coffee in Milliways rather than have to explain to Aziraphael what a Facebook is.
(Actually, he's reading a story about an impending come-back announcement, which means that actually, he's staring in morbid fascination at a photograph of a smiling Michael Jackson. Modern technology, indeed.)
[OOC: Open for tags... FOREVER.]
Here, a politician pops up posing in a storm-trooper uniform; there, another scrolls one entry too far in their phonebook and sends a very specialised request to ten thousand followers. Here a privacy leak, there a security breach; here a scandal - and there, of course, a virus.
Say it again. Virus. Rogue applications. Saleable data. Doesn't it all just send chills down your spine?
Wiling 2.0. Beautiful.
All of which is to say, Crowley has picked up the morning Metro to see if anything's made it into print about his latest, and has opted to peruse it over coffee in Milliways rather than have to explain to Aziraphael what a Facebook is.
(Actually, he's reading a story about an impending come-back announcement, which means that actually, he's staring in morbid fascination at a photograph of a smiling Michael Jackson. Modern technology, indeed.)
[OOC: Open for tags... FOREVER.]
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Mar. 4th, 2009 10:53 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
hands-of-blu.livejournal.comYesterday's news from Cata was appreciated, if not welcome. If there is a wasp in the room one likes to know it, even if one can't be sure where the wasp is. No one in their right mind trusts any of the Reds, of course, but in the Medic's experience their Scout can at least be counted upon to largely behave himself. But a spy, now, that's another story...
Bah.
When he goes home there is going to be extra use of the Ubersaw, that's all he has to say. For now he's intently studying a number of papers from American medical journals on the work of Denton Cooley and Norman Shumway; just because the Nobodies seem to be acquiring hearts on their own is no reason for him to give up this particular angle of experimentation. Why let perfectly good corpses go to waste?
[tinytag: BLU Medic]
Bah.
When he goes home there is going to be extra use of the Ubersaw, that's all he has to say. For now he's intently studying a number of papers from American medical journals on the work of Denton Cooley and Norman Shumway; just because the Nobodies seem to be acquiring hearts on their own is no reason for him to give up this particular angle of experimentation. Why let perfectly good corpses go to waste?
[tinytag: BLU Medic]
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Mar. 4th, 2009 11:02 amalorn-bear.livejournal.comThere's a pwing! and a flash of blue light, and a big white bear is settled in at one of the tables with a sign that reads:
SECURITY CHIEF ON DUTY
YES, IT IS, IN FACT, THE BEAR
Some days Belar just doesn't feel like wandering around human-shaped.
SECURITY CHIEF ON DUTY
YES, IT IS, IN FACT, THE BEAR
Some days Belar just doesn't feel like wandering around human-shaped.
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Mar. 4th, 2009 01:44 pmroyalty-dahling.livejournal.com((OOM: Dahlia sees a familiar face for the first time in a while.))
Around the Bar, it's been forever and a day since Dahlia Malloy came in.
In her world, it's been no time at all, almost - not more than a few hours. But, actually, it's a little hard to tell. She looks different. The cornrows that her black hair had been knotted into are untied, leaving it falling loose over her shoulders. Her prison uniform is gone, replaced by one of her own outfits, not anything fancy but still charming and reasonably pretty.
The biggest change, though, is her expression. She's smiling, soft but firm and earnest, and, as she comes in, the sounds of fiddles and the bustle of an outdoor, makeshift festival can be heard.
She falters and blinks, when she finds herself in the Bar - but then she just shrugs and keeps going, sauntering over to the Bar and leaning against it.
"Don't think we need any booze back there, hon," she grins down at the Bartop. "But, if you just want to say hi, I guess I can spare a minute."
Around the Bar, it's been forever and a day since Dahlia Malloy came in.
In her world, it's been no time at all, almost - not more than a few hours. But, actually, it's a little hard to tell. She looks different. The cornrows that her black hair had been knotted into are untied, leaving it falling loose over her shoulders. Her prison uniform is gone, replaced by one of her own outfits, not anything fancy but still charming and reasonably pretty.
The biggest change, though, is her expression. She's smiling, soft but firm and earnest, and, as she comes in, the sounds of fiddles and the bustle of an outdoor, makeshift festival can be heard.
She falters and blinks, when she finds herself in the Bar - but then she just shrugs and keeps going, sauntering over to the Bar and leaning against it.
"Don't think we need any booze back there, hon," she grins down at the Bartop. "But, if you just want to say hi, I guess I can spare a minute."
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Mar. 4th, 2009 03:12 pmhero_farmboyThere is a farmboy in the bar. Home just kind of isn't where he wants to be right now. There's no one there anyway, what with Kara on a trip with Jimmy, with Clark's blessing reluctant as it had been. At least he knows where she is.
He's grabbed a sandwich and coffee from bar and has settled at a table to eat. It's just taking him a while, is all.
He's grabbed a sandwich and coffee from bar and has settled at a table to eat. It's just taking him a while, is all.
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Mar. 4th, 2009 04:32 pmshadowsusannah.livejournal.com[OOC: OOM: remnants of the empire - artifacts of love]
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Mar. 4th, 2009 05:10 pmlicensed-pro.livejournal.comCharlie looks better, today.
Though given how bad he looked yesterday morning that doesn't mean a hell of a lot, but still. The cuts on his lips have at least sealed over, and the bruise under his eye, while still dark, is less swollen.
He's also obviously working on something, but is completely botherable.
Though given how bad he looked yesterday morning that doesn't mean a hell of a lot, but still. The cuts on his lips have at least sealed over, and the bruise under his eye, while still dark, is less swollen.
He's also obviously working on something, but is completely botherable.
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Mar. 4th, 2009 05:32 pmbadinlatin[OOM: If this were Zoe in front of Mal, this would be the time for a witty joke about heroism.
"Contrary to popular belief, I don't actually aim to get shot at."]
[ooc: With a new journal and mun for Inara. :D Details forthcoming.]
"Contrary to popular belief, I don't actually aim to get shot at."]
[ooc: With a new journal and mun for Inara. :D Details forthcoming.]
Bartending!
Mar. 4th, 2009 06:53 pmshoeless-ed.livejournal.comEd was supposed to start bartending at seven PM sharp, but she doesn't arrive until half an hour later, scrambling over to the Bar with Ein at her heels. She gets a cranky napkin note. "Sorry," Ed says, "Ed was fighting an invasion of evil brain-eating space aliens and forgot she had bartending. She will stay later to make up for it!" Bar seems to accept this, and the napkin disappears.
Ed gets out the specials board, then spends about two minutes writing and drawing on it with colored chalk, while
Ein hops his way from floor to barstool to bartop. When she's done she climbs over the Bar with it, sets it up, climbs back over the Bar to stand behind it, realizes she's too short to reach from one side to the other under her own power, finds a crate, pulls that up to the Bar and stands on it. Satisfied, she puts on a big grin and shouts to Milliways at large, "Customers, customers, Ed wants customers!"
Her specials board, which is very colorful and has many smiley faces and impeccable spelling but very poor penmanship, reads:
[OOC: Open for new threads until 10:30 PM EST. Ed is bartending to raise money for the Patapons so they can get building material for their village located in one of the bar's booths.]
[Tinytag: the BLU medic]
Ed gets out the specials board, then spends about two minutes writing and drawing on it with colored chalk, while
Ein hops his way from floor to barstool to bartop. When she's done she climbs over the Bar with it, sets it up, climbs back over the Bar to stand behind it, realizes she's too short to reach from one side to the other under her own power, finds a crate, pulls that up to the Bar and stands on it. Satisfied, she puts on a big grin and shouts to Milliways at large, "Customers, customers, Ed wants customers!"
Her specials board, which is very colorful and has many smiley faces and impeccable spelling but very poor penmanship, reads:
All Smoothies Half Off!
Flavors:
Strawnanaberry
Bonzai Blueberry
Pineappleicious
Bananarama-ding-dong
Razz'm'tazz
Plus custom smoothies upon request
[OOC: Open for new threads until 10:30 PM EST. Ed is bartending to raise money for the Patapons so they can get building material for their village located in one of the bar's booths.]
[Tinytag: the BLU medic]
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Mar. 4th, 2009 09:19 pmsaphiras-rider.livejournal.comAfter all the time that he's been in the bar, lurking around here and outside, Eragon finally decides to take care of his armor. It's nasty and really needs to be repaired. There's gunk from dead things on it, rust, tears, stains, all sorts of things that shouldn't be on armor. Something that any proper warrior should know.
But this is Eragon we're talking about.
He sits at a table with oil and rag trying to clean the thing and wondering why it's gone all to pot.
[[tiny tag: Eragon]]
But this is Eragon we're talking about.
He sits at a table with oil and rag trying to clean the thing and wondering why it's gone all to pot.
[[tiny tag: Eragon]]
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Mar. 4th, 2009 09:25 pmshelley_wintersShelley appears to have been shot. This is both irritating and inconvenient.
However, she will allow that despite the waiting period, the afterlife is acceptable, the company is pleasant enough, and her wardrobe is similar enough to her normal one as to cause no problems, despite the fact that it leans towards red and black - neither of which are her favourite colour. (Redheads should not wear red a lot, she feels.)
What is causing her consternation is the sudden appearance of a place she has not seen in over a year, and had almost thought she never would again.
You'd be excused for thinking she'd never been here before - let alone lived here - as she stands frozen in the doorway, staring about.
[OOC: Have gone for bedtimes. Slowtimes, as are placeholder tags, are most welcome! ♥]
However, she will allow that despite the waiting period, the afterlife is acceptable, the company is pleasant enough, and her wardrobe is similar enough to her normal one as to cause no problems, despite the fact that it leans towards red and black - neither of which are her favourite colour. (Redheads should not wear red a lot, she feels.)
What is causing her consternation is the sudden appearance of a place she has not seen in over a year, and had almost thought she never would again.
You'd be excused for thinking she'd never been here before - let alone lived here - as she stands frozen in the doorway, staring about.
[OOC: Have gone for bedtimes. Slowtimes, as are placeholder tags, are most welcome! ♥]
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Mar. 4th, 2009 09:37 pmlaceandarsenic.livejournal.comGert and Old Lace are eating dinner at a table - well, Gert is at the table, OL is eating raw liver from a bucket on the floor. Gert herself is eating miso ramen and sipping green tea.
They are not adverse to company.
They are not adverse to company.
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Mar. 4th, 2009 10:30 pmgorgonfondness[OOM: In the House of Arch, Mia and Tom talk about her nightmare and she finally starts feeling better about it.]
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Mar. 4th, 2009 10:32 pmguppy_sandhuGuppy has eaten his way through two and a half packets of party ring biscuits since last night.
It was easier than admitting that he spent three hours sitting in a ring of chairs all by himself. And he couldn't save them for next time because they were open and would have gone manky.
He peers at the last eight biscuits, feeling rather full, and looks around for someone to unload them onto.
It was easier than admitting that he spent three hours sitting in a ring of chairs all by himself. And he couldn't save them for next time because they were open and would have gone manky.
He peers at the last eight biscuits, feeling rather full, and looks around for someone to unload them onto.
